The place where Ryan was thrown was part of one of the largest deserts in the second world. With sand and scorpions everywhere, no buildings seemed to be anywhere near where he appeared. His body temperature quickly began to warm up, while the dry, hot desert wind made his mouth feel drier and drier.
Thirsty and hot, his first reaction was to use some of his magic to manipulate the humidity of the place. By concentrating his mana, he was slowly able to draw water from the air. The arid climate made it take much more effort, yet the water was piling up in front of Ryan's face.
The particles slowly piled up, until a gigantic sphere the size of a watermelon appeared in front of him. With a smile on his face, he stuck his head into the bubble of water, wetting his hair and wiping away the sweat and sand that was sticking to his body.
"This is wonderful!" he cried, as he looked up at the blue sky of the second world.